Black and grey tattoo of a grotesque face with multiple eyes and an open, toothed mouth, shaded on the upper back.

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Grotesque half-human, half-creature face

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A tattoo of a distorted face split between a human profile on the left and a creature on the right, with several bulbous eyes, a gaping mouth with rows of teeth and a long tongue. The design uses dark shading and fine grey tones to model the folds of skin and the textured surface of the creature. The image is a close crop of the design on bare skin, with the face filling most of the frame.

Back Face Creature Eye Teeth Mouth Tongue Monster

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Anselm was the only one who would go down to the well-house after compline, because he was the only one the thing on the far side of the water had ever answered. The abbey at Wenlow had been built over it, the old men said, and the stone lid was there to keep it quiet. Every winter the lid cracked a little more, and every winter a brother was sent down with a lamp and a loaf to see what it wanted.

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The thing had many eyes, the way a wet stone has many shining spots after rain, and under them a mouth that opened wider than a man's head. It did not speak. It chewed. When Anselm gave it the heel of the bread it took the bread and left the wet stone of its face turned toward him, and he knew it was counting the crumbs he had not given.

In the spring the abbot died, and the new abbot, a thin man from the lowlands, decided the lid should be sealed with lead. Anselm argued, and lost, and the brothers poured the lead on a Thursday. That night the well-house was silent. On Friday the bell did not ring for lauds, because the rope had been pulled from below and wound round the clapper.

They found the new abbot at the bottom of the well-house steps, sitting with his back to the wall and his hands folded. When the brothers lifted him he was smiling on one side of his face only. Anselm went down with a lamp and a loaf, as he always had. The thing was there, half of it, the rest wearing the abbot's grey profile like a borrowed cowl. It took the bread and gave him back nothing, but the bell rang for lauds that morning, true and on time, and it has rung true ever since.